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Poets, like disputants, when reasons fail, He does his best ; and if he cannot please,
By the fair sex, he begs to stand or fall.
drudge, For 'tis observed of every scribbling man, Which only has the wrinkles of a judge. He grows a fop as fast as e'er he can;
Let not the young and beauteous join with those; Prunes up, and asks his oracle, the glass, For should you raise such numerous hosts of foes, If pink or purple best becomes his face Young wits and sparks he to his aid must call; For our poor wretch, he neither rails nor prays; 'Tis more than one man's work to please you all. Or likes your wit just as you like his plays; He has not yet so much of Mr Bayes.
The judge remov'd, though he's no more my lord, | Thus far the poet, but his brains grow addle;
Reasons as weak as theirs perhaps I bring,
Sign but his peace, he vows he'll ne'er again Yet now the bus'ness of the field is o'er; The sacred names of fops and beaux prophane. 'Tis time to let your civil wars alone,
Strike up the bargain quickly; for I swear,
Take good advice, and please yourselves this day; To stretch the laws, as coblers do their leather.
Sent to the Author by an unknown hand, and proposed to be spoken by Mrs Monford, dressed like
BRIGHT beauties, who in awful circle sit,
And don't maliciously combine together,
For want of petticoat I've put on buff,
Honour in danger, blood and wounds is sought. To try what may be got by lying rough : Lost virtue, whither fled, or where's thy dwellHow think you, sirs—is it not well enough?
ing? Of bully critics I a troop would lead,
Who can reveal ? at least 'tis past my telling, But one replied, thank you, there's no such need, Unless thou art embark’d for İnniskelling. I at groom-porters, sir, can safer bleed. On carrion tits those sparks denounce their rage, Another, who the name of danger loathes, In boot of wisp and Leinster freese engage, Vow'd he would go, and swore me forty oaths, What would you do in such an equipage ? But that his horses were in body-cloaths; The siege of Derry does you gallants threaten; A third cry'd, damn my blood! I'd be content Not out of arrant shame of being beaten, To push my fortune, if the parliament
As fear of wanting meat, or being eaten. Would but recall claret from banishment. Were wit, like honour, to be won by fighting, A fourth (and I have done) made this excuse, How few just judges would there be of writing, I'd draw my sword in Ireland, sir, to chuse, Then you would leave this villainous back-biting; Had not their women gouty legs, and wore no Your talents lie how to express your spite, shoes.
But where is he knows how to praise aright? Well, I may march, thought I, and fight and trudge, You praise like cowards, but like critics fight. But of these blades the devil a man will budge; Ladies be wise, and wean these yearling calves, They there would fight e'en just as here they Who in your service too are mere faux braves, judge.
They judge, and write, and fight, and love-by Here they will pay for leave to find a fault,
halves, But when their honour calls, they can't be bought,
DON ALVAREZ, An old Counsellor to Don SEMEN.
BASTIAN, now a Slave also.
MUSTAPHA, Captain of the Rabble.
MORAYMA, Daughter to the Musti. BENDUCAR, chief Minister and Favourite of the JOHAYMA, chief Wife to the Mujti. Emperor.
tuguese, now a Slave.
SCENE—The Castle of Alcazar.
What hear you of Sebastian, king of Portugal? SCENE 1-The Scene at Alcazar, represent Bend. He fell among a heap of slaughtering a Market-place under the Castle.
Though yet his mangled carcase is not found. Enter MULEY-ZEYDAN and BENDUCAR.
The rival of our threatened empire, Mahomet, Mul. Zeyd. Now Africa's long wars are at Was hot pursued; and in the general rout, an end,
Mistook a swelling current for a ford, And our parch'd earth is drenched in Christian And in Mucazer's flood was seen to rise ; blood,
Thrice was he seen ; at length his courser plung'd, My conquering brother will have slaves enough, And threw him off; the waves whelm’d over him, To pay his cruel vovis for victory.
And, helpless in his heavy arms, he drowned.,
ward to you.
Mul. Zeyd. Thus, then, a doubtful title is ex
Enter DORAS. tinguished:
Now, Dorax! Thus Moluch, still the favourite of fate,
Dor. Well, Benducar. Swims in a sanguine torrent to the throne,
Bend. Bare Benducar? As if our prophet only work’d for him :
Dor. Thou wouldst have titles? take 'em theo; The heavens and all the stars are his hir'd ser
chief minister, vants, As Muley-Zeydan were not worth their care,
First hangman of the state.
Bend. Some call me favourite. And younger brothers but the draff of nature.
Dor. What's that, his minion? Bend. Be still, and learn the soothing arts of
Thou art too old to be a catamite. court ; Adore his fortune, mix with flattering crowds,
Now prithee tell me, and abate thy pride,
Is not Benducar bare a better name
Which I disdain to give the man I love?
Bend. But always out of humour.
Dor. I have cause : We must be safe before we can be great:
Though all mankind is cause enough for satire. These things obscrv’d, leave me to shape the rest.
Bend. Why then thou hast reveng'd thee on Mul. Zeyd. You have the key, he opens in
They say in fight, thou hadst a thirsty sword, Bend. So often tried, and ever found so true,
And well 'twas glutted there. Has given me trust, and trust has given me means
Dor. I spitted frogs, I crushed a heap of Once to be false for all. I trust not him: For now his ends are serv’d, and he grown ab- A hundred of 'em to a single soul,
And that but scanty weight too: the great devil How am I sure to stand who serv'd those ends ?
Scarce thank'd me for my pains; he swallows I know your nature open, mild, and grateful;
vulgar In such a prince the people may be blest,
Like whipp'd cream, feels 'em not in going down. And I be safe.
Bend. Brave renegade ! couldst thou not meet Mul. Zeyd. My father! [Embracing him.
Dor. My master! by what title?
Because I happen'd to be born where he I worship you within ; the outward act
Happen'd to be a king ? and yet I serv'd him, Shall be reserv'd till nations follow me,
Nay, I was fool enough to love him too. And heaven shall envy you the kneeling world.
You know my story, how I was rewarded, You know th' alcald of Alcazar, Dorax?
For fifteen hard campaigns, still hoop'd in iron, Mul. Zeyd. The gallant renegade you mean?
And why I turn’d Mahometan. I'm grateful; Bend. The same:
But whosoever dares to injure me, That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest,
Let that man know, I dare to be reveng'd. Contains the shining treasure of a soul,
Bend. Still you run off from bias ; say what Resolv'd and brave; he has the soldiers' hearts, And time shall make him ours.
Your present spleen? Mul. He's just upon us.
Dor. You mark'd not what I told you : Bend. I know him from afar,
I kill'd not one that was his maker's image; By the long stride and by the sullen port:
I met with none but vulgar two-legg'd brutes. Retire, my lord.
Sebastian was my aim : he was a man,Wait on your brother's triumph; your's is next; Nay, though he hated me, and I hate him, His growth is but a wild and fruitless plant;
Yet I must do him right, he was a man I'll cut his barren branches to the stock,
Above man's height, ev'n tow'ring to divinity; And graft you on to bear.
Brave, pious, generous, great, and liberal ; Mul. Zryd. My oracle !
Just as the scales of heaven, that weigh the seasons. (Erit MULEY-ZEYD. He lov'd his people, him they idoliz'd: Bend. Yes, to delude your hopes ; poor credu- And thence proceeds my mortal hatred to him, lous fool,
That thus unblameable to all besides,
And all his cruelty confin'd to me.
Bend. You could not meet him then ? This easy fool must be my stale, set up
Dor. No, though I sought To catch the people's eyes; he's tame and mer
Where ranks fell thickest; 'twas indeed the place ciful;
To seek Sebastian: through a track of death Him I can manage till I make him odious
I follow'd him, by groans of dying foes,
Like lightning, swift before me to new slaugh M. Mol. The purple present shall be richly ters;
paid : I mow'd across, and made irregular harvest, That vow perform'd, fasting shall be abolish’d: Defac'd the pomp of battle, but in vain,
None ever serv'd heav'n well with a starv'd face: For he was still supplying death elsewhere: Preach abstinence no more; I tell thee, Mufti, This mads me, that perhaps ignoble hands Good feasting is devout: and thou our head, Have overlaid him, for they could not conquer : Hast a religious, ruddy countenance: Murder'd by multitudes, whom I alone
We will have learned luxury: our lean faith
Yet it shows well to preach it to the vulgar.
Wine is a holy liquor, for the great.
Dor. (Aside.] 'This Mufti, in my conscience, The land's third part, as Lucifer did heaven's.
is some English Dor. I hope she died in her own female call. Renegade, he talks so savourly of toping. ing,
Mol. Bring forth th' unhappy relicks of the war. * Choak’d up with man, and gorg'd with circumcision.
Enter MUSTAPHA, captain of the rabble, with his As for Sebastian, we must search the field,
followers of the black guard, 8c. and other And where we see a mountain of the slain,
Moors : with them a company of Portuguese Send one to climb, and, looking down below,
slaves, without any of the chief persons. There he shall find him at his manly length, M. Mol. These are not fit to pay an emperor's With his face up to heav'n, in the red monu
Our bulls and rams had been more noble victims; Which his true sword has digg’d.
These are but garbage, not a sacrifice. Bend. Yet we may possibly hear farther news; Muf. The prophet must not pick and choose For while our Africans pursued the chase,
his off rings; The captain of the rabble issued out,
Now he has giv’n the day, 'tis past recalling: With a hlack, shirtless train to spoil the dead, And he must be content with such as these. And seize the living.
M. Mol. But are these all ? Speak you, who Dor. Each of 'em an host,
are their masters. A million strong of vermin ev'ry villain :
Must. All, upon my honour. If you'll take No part of government, but lords of anarchy, 'em as their fathers got 'em, so; if not, you Chaos of power, and privileged destruction. must stay till they get a better generation: these Bend. Yet I 'must tell you, friend, the great Christians are mere bunglers; they procreate nomust use 'em,
thing but out of their own wives; and these have Sometimes as necessary tools of tumult. all the looks of eldest sons. Tor. I would use 'em
M. Mol. Pain of your lives, let none conceal a Like dogs in times of plague, outlaws of nature, slave. Fit to be shot and brain'd without a process, Must. Let every man look to his own consciTo stop infection; that's their proper death. ence; I am sure mine shall never hang me. Bend. No more;
Bend. Thou speak’st as thou wert privy to Behold the emperor coming to survey
concealments: then thou art an accomplice. The slaves, in order to perform his vow.
Must. Nay, if accomplices must suffer, it may Enter Muley-MOLUCH, the Emperor, with at-go
hard with me; but here's the devil on't, there's
a great man and a holy man too, concern’d with tendants ; the Mufti, and MULEY-ZEYDAN.
me. Now if I confess, he'll be sure to 'scape beM. Mol. Our armours now may rust, our idle tween his greatness and his holiness, and I shall scymitars
Pbe murder'd, because of my poverty and rasHang by our sides, for ornament not use: cality. Children shall beat our atabals and drums, Mut: (Winking at him.! Then if thy silence And all the noisy trades of war no more
save the great and holy, Shall wake the peaceful morn: the Xeriff's blood ?Tis sure thou shalt go straight to paradise. No longer in divided channels runs,
Must. 'Tis a fire place, they say ; but, doctor, I 'The
younger house took end in Mahomet. am not worthy on't: I am contented with this Nor shall Sebastian's formidable name
homely world; 'tis good enough for such a poor Be longer us'd to lull the crying babe !
rascally mussulman as I am: besides I have learnt Mut. For this victorious day our mighty pro so much good manners, doctor, as to let my betphet
ters be serv'd before me. Expects your gratitude, the sacrifice
M. Mol. Thou talk'st as if the Mufti were Of Christian slaves, devoted, if you won,
concern'd. VOL. I.